By: Revanche

7 things you hate about … oh wait

May 12, 2009

This is really 7 things you didn’t know about me. Different post! Abby of i pick up pennies tagged me for this meme, and since I so rarely open up to y’all *cough* I’m going along with it. Only because I have a batch of particularly weird thoughts this week.

1. I really want to train a dog to come meet me at the train station so I can walk him/her home on nice summer evenings. Walk with him or her, I guess, since a dog that well-trained wouldn’t really need a leash on the return trip. Except for the leash law thing.

2. I am surprisingly self-conscious about writing for an audience. *quirked brow* But once in a while, I turn out something that someone thinks is funny or entertaining and that’s a heady sip of writer’s champagne.

3. Growing up, I was surrounded by people who were smart, funny, weird, quirky, talented, caring, thoughtful and down to earth, or any combination thereof. Also, really mean, snarky, sarcastic, and occasionally petty as teenagers are wont to be, which means we were actually a decently well rounded set of personalities. As we were referred to as the “LA people” by my extended family, the first time I became acquainted with the stereotype that LA folks are shallow, superficial, and occasionally lacking in soul was about three years ago, and I had no idea what that looked like. Thanks to the “Housewives of … ” and other reality shows, now I do.

4. After 8 years of neighbordom, during which time I’ve always been old enough to drive, my lady neighbor still genially waves me over with a “go bounce” invitation to make use of whatever rented bounce house/castle/slide/donut they have up at the time. I’m guessing it’s her version of “hey, how ya doing?” because if she honestly thinks I’m still 13 now, I’m totally doing something wrong.

5. 5 years after graduation, I finally accept that keeping my literature books from college around will not also make me smarter or more literate. And that I’m really probably not going to read them again. Bye-bye, Ernest Hemingway, Henry James, and Chaucer. Fare thee well!

6. I was recently in the same room as former First Lady Nancy Reagan. She looks so tiny!

7. If it takes too long to dial a phone, I might forget what number I’m dialing, who I want to speak to, or why I was calling in the first place. My attention just wanders. One spectacular example of this was thankfully at a study group back in the day, “Hi, may I please speak to Sam? No, Fred! No! John? I’m sorry!”

When distracted, I forget where I am when I answer phones, too. “[insert name of former employer of 5 years ago], may I help … oh! errr … [insert name of current employer].” *sheepish*

Anyone want to tag themselves? Let me know and I’ll link back to you!